The operation was the first of its kind.
After hours of operating, the surgeon breathed. All the excitement of the universe filled his lungs as he examined the work of his hands. Clearly and calmly, his imagination rose before him, embracing the finest details of the amazing impact this operation would have to the world.
Obeying a mathematical law of precision, his surgical tools and instruments lay in exact order of descending height. The shortest of the instruments, but no less important, was a shiny needle. Reflected light danced brilliantly inside the needle, radiating the greatness of the surgeonís work.
With a skillful eye he measured the length of the thread needed to close the deep incision. Using steady hands, the surgeon took the thread and tied a knot in one end. The other end he brought through the needle. On the operating table his patient rested, still under the power of a painless sleep. The surgeon marveled and delighted at the glow of peacefulness that lay over his patient like a soft blanket.
His patientís skin looked soft and new, revealing no other flaw than the broken skin in his side. Gently with perfect tenderness the surgeon began to stitch the incision. At first the needle met a soft resistance, but then the skin gave way allowing the needle to pass through. The patientís skin was in the healthiest condition and would mend quickly.
With each new stitch the surgeon felt he was sewing a wonderful, new life into his patient, and by doing so, changing the very fabric of the world. This is very good, he thought.
Ridges of stitches rose and fell like small mountains and valleys on the fleshy terrain. Joyful tears welled up in the surgeonís eyes as he again drew the thread through. Unlike a surgeon who considered it professional to separate his emotions from his work, he was unable to do so. Nor would he ever desire to.
He knew every part of his patient, having delivered him into the world. He witnessed his first newborn breath.
The incision was almost sealed now, the operation complete! The surgeonís tears flowed freely now. His heart rejoiced. He couldnít wait to see his patientís face when he awoke. He loved his patient; loved him so much that he would die for him.
All was finished. Miraculously the incision healed as if it had already passed through time. But a scar remained to forever remind the patient of the operation and of the surgeon.
The surgeon whispered softly into the patientís ear, ďAdam. Wake up. Get up and see what I have done for you.Ē
Adam opened his eyes.
ďThis is your wife, Eve.Ē
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